Escaping the Curse
My only way to escape
Becomes my only prison
These salty tears
Are blurring my vision
Freedom cut short
By chains of authority
When clearing my head
Was my only authority
My chances were ruined
By grey clouds and rain
By small crowded spaces
And my head’s thudding pain
By slow moving hands
And endless frustration
By lack of interest
And forced conversation
I’ve made no progress
I’ve only gotten worse
Thank you again
To my holiday curse…
Becomes my only prison
These salty tears
Are blurring my vision
Freedom cut short
By chains of authority
When clearing my head
Was my only authority
My chances were ruined
By grey clouds and rain
By small crowded spaces
And my head’s thudding pain
By slow moving hands
And endless frustration
By lack of interest
And forced conversation
I’ve made no progress
I’ve only gotten worse
Thank you again
To my holiday curse…